She Can Run Novels & Stories

Not if she wanted to survive what was coming. With a heavy sigh, she dug through one of the supply crates, pulling out some athletic leggings and a simple tank top. She changed quickly and walked out into the main area of the hideout. “I’m going for a run,” she announced in a flat, tired voice, deliberately ignoring the heavy, concerned stare she could feel from Ronan as she headed straight for the door and stepped outside.

Run... Just keep your head straight and run... Don't look back! Don't stop! Or they will get you! Just runnnn! It was the dark of the night the only light guiding her way is the silvery light of the pale full moon. She can barely see anything and she can barely keep her consciousness. Tree branches and rocks scratched her body while tears run profusely from her eyes. Her limbs are weak and trembling, her legs could collapse any moment. Her clothes are ripped here and there while her shoes are barely holding on. Her stomach growled in starvation but she can't mind that now since they're still hot on her trail. She can hear their growling and rapid footfalls following not very far from her. Sh

She moved to the side, "Here, run, Maya." I looked at the door back at her, how I wished I could just run away, very far away like she said, away from this hell hole without looking back. I looked into her face; her eyes were daring and urging me to make the first step, but each time I looked at the door, I could only hear Maestro's voice. 'You can't run from me, Maya. No matter how hard you try to.' "Come on," she urged again; I felt the poison in her tone.

She takes a long slow breath, attempts to get herself back to cool and guarded and I see the slight tremble in that delicate mouth, sucker punching me and making me feel even shittier about scaring her. She’s a runner, I can tell. Flight or fight so ingrained in that pretty little face, it’s second nature to her... Whoever did whatever they did, it must run deep. She’s here because she found the strength to run and she is still poised, ready to keep going should she find herself in danger. Fucking bastards.

Antonio's gaze lingered on him as he retreated, his footsteps becoming fuzzier. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he strolled down the corridor hesitantly. His scrutinizing gaze swept around and he came to halt when he saw a figure in the last room. – the attic. His eyes narrowed, his face filled with anticipation as he drew nearer. And that was when he saw him. The young, beautiful champ. Marco. The son of his enemy Antonio's footsteps faltered, and his eyes sparked with a hint of desire as Marco's stunning body came into view.

"We're both your guests. Why does she get special treatment? Where's the salt? Come help me." His body reacted before his mind did, and he turned around to help her without a second thought. After some time, Hanna called out to me, "Cassandra, come try this." Then, she turned around to grab my car keys. "Here are your keys. Thank you again for lending us your car." I accepted the keys without a word. The table full of food only made me lose my appetite. "Cassandra, it's getting late. You should head home after you eat," Hanna commented.

She doesn’t need anyone to tell her anythign before she sprints and starts ruunning. She tries to find her way back, but it’s dark and she’s lost so she’s running. Just sprinting like crazy. Shes runnign like her life depends on it, becaue iy does and this guy is coming after her then she hears her mom’s voice.

I'm only doing all this for your sake! She then sighed and said, "It's one thing if you don't understand my good intentions, but how could you transfer away your shares and leave? What are you going to do next? Marry yourself off to someone else just to provoke me?" I shook my head. "You're overthinking things. I would never provoke you by getting married to someone else." She scoffed and tried to get closer to me like she always used to in the past. "I knew that you still loved me."

she says and cry. I don't know what to do , her words are like a cold buckle of water over my head. She didn't shift , it's why she ran away when i asked her to go on a run with me. I'm taken by the news and she slip from my hold and run .

When Carol passes in front of the gate of Sophia's tiny house, one of the reporters observes the woman. Recognizing the car, he unintentionally makes everyone look at it. All it took was for one of them to shout that it was Sophia, for them to start flocking to cars and motorbikes and following the woman speeding down the road. As soon as Sophia sees that everyone has left, she leaves and runs to the backyard, jumping over the wall, scratching herself in the adventure, and running to where an Uber is waiting for her.